Covid19 has been a blessing in disguise for this shambles of a government, it has covered up many of the Brexit problems, but there is still a lot to come, we ain't seen nothing yet as the song goes. I am practising my write and delete quite a lot now in readiness for my replies to those who still insist that they would vote for this disaster again, those people who told me that I had lost and needed to get over it, those people who told me I am unpatriotic, a traitor, suggested that if I liked the EU so much, I should 'move there' (?), that I need to temper my desires for foodstuffs to good old British food, who seem to think that by buying from their local farm shop and butcher that we will all have enough to eat, who tell stories of how their sainted Mothers fed a family of fourteen with a ham knuckle and a packet of dried peas and that 'we managed in the war, and we will manage again'. Next year will be very different for us all, but the difference is I didn't vote to make my life worse. You did.
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